Lonely prince.

affiliated with isola radiale.

[healprayers]

❤️ RALSEI from DELTARUNE.

WEIRD ROUTE compliant; we're fearing for our future in this. Used to FIGHT routes, too! For the drama.

Despite all of this, is very pacifistic. You can tell he's doing well right now.

Absolute fluffiest boy (?) who likes being pet (important) & has paw beans on his feet & hands (also important).

Very polite....... his sweetness.........

But if you want emotional problems, well, the self-objectification & the self-deprecation can spice things up! Yay!

Cares very deeply for his friends! Even if he's still learning what it's like to even be a friend. He's very loyal!

In a new city that isn't like the town they came from SMACK DAB in the middle of an adventure AND it wasn't in the prophecy? This is scary I don't know.

(To be fair, this might be a nice reprieve. That prophecy kind of sucked, anyway. Just weird that they didn't get to change it. Some weird force did.)

He's up to new experiences! Figuring out what it's like to live!

APPLICATION | STATS | RULES

[ouramateur]

“It’s better that way”

Reupload because the original got flagged as mature for no reason and my appeal never got through (ughhh)

But anyways yay ralsei!! My fucking son that I love. Always sabotaging his own self sabotage

Closeups below!

Original upload, in case anyone cares

[charmallows]

something about his cuteness and sweetness.....

[dreemerknight]

No matter what, it's important to Ralsei to give Kris their birthday dues. Of course, it's not the first time he's offering something because he thought to do it for Kris, but... It's less purpose-filled this time, and more because he genuinely wants to make them happy today. Perhaps that's a silly thought, but...

"Kris?"

His voice is soft. Even after a month he's cautious around them, simultaneously on edge and comforted at the same time. Kris... always creates more feelings in him than he knows how to deal with.

"Umm... It's your birthday today, isn't it? I... I made you something. I-I thought you might like it...!"

It's nothing extravagant. Just a scarf that he knitted. It's hefty. Not quite like their ascot, since it's built more for practicality and warmth, though it's got some flow to it. Most striking about it is the brilliant red color.

... he thought it matched their eyes.

"Th-though, if you don't want it, that's okay. I can make something else..."

Of course, he'd love to gift them something piano related -- something more meaningful, to them -- but he hasn't quite got the funds for that.

Ah... they can't even blame Tenna for this one (mostly because they don't know if Tenna even knows he's there). But they can still be a bit disturbed by Ralsei's knowledge. It isn't the first time he's shown that he knows more than he lets on, but... this is kind of the first time it's been so pointedly personal.

Only a couple people know what day it is, and... they were kind of hoping to keep it that way. Ralsei... doesn't need to worry so much about them. After everything the Soul - they made him do, and made him witness...

It's enough to make his throat tight.

You don't need to be nice to me.

Kris hesitates before accepting the bundle of knit material, holding it carefully in their hands as if they were afraid to hold it too tight.

"Oh- how did..." They trail off, clearing their throat a little. They hold the scarf closer, ducking their head and obscuring their view of him with their hair. It was so soft and warm, and while they appreciate being thought of...

There's so many feelings they can't sort out, and their throat feels too tight to get words out properly.

You're free, you know. You don't have to be nice to me.

Their vision blurs - fuck. Are they really tearing up about this?

They sniffle and wipe at their eyes with the back of their sleeve. There aren't a lot of tears, but there's a couple, and that's more than they wanted to shed over something like this. They don't even know if they should be crying about this.

"I love it." They take a slow breath, wrapping the scarf around their neck and half hiding their face in it. "Thanks., Ralsei"

[healprayers]

They're holding it... So that means it's good, right? Ralsei watches them anxiously, just in case -- maybe he'll need to make something else, after all.

The start of a question tumbles forth from them, but they never finish it. He has an idea of what it's meant to be, but... he doesn't have an answer for them. It was like everything else about his purpose: he just knew. Because he was meant to.

He hears it, though, after a moment. The telltale sign of sniffling. He sees their hand swipe over their face, and his chest feels tight.

They're... crying...

Did he mess up?

He extends his paw in their direction as they struggle.

"K-Kris?"

But... those are grateful words that they say. That they love it. They even take to wearing it right away... And they look nice with it! Which, he expects. But then, Kris can make any outfit work, in his opinion...

So if they like it so much, why did they seem to get upset...?

"U-umm... Of course! I'm glad you like it..."

He tilts his head, peering at them hesitantly.

"Are... you okay?" Oh! Maybe... "D-do you want a hug?" Kris holding him made him feel better. Maybe that would work, here...?

[dreemerknight]

Kris isn't sure what they're looking for as they pick through stalls of wares both familiar in shape and function, and unfamiliar. Really, they're just there to be there they think. They never really realized just how quiet their head is when the Soul isn't picking through it, but at the same time, now, with the leaves orange and red and crunching underfoot everywhere they go, fall almost gone... they wish their head were louder.

Maybe then they wouldn't feel like time is moving too quickly, that next month, only a couple weeks away, is December. They know Tenna is probably looking forward the Christmas, huddling around a TV on the couch, watching movies none of them know.

Another Christmas without Noelle and Asgore. Now even without Toriel and Asriel. Another year since Dess disappeared.

They miss summer.

Kris doesn't even fully realize they're squeezing the glass deer they'd picked up, staring down at the dark glass and swearing for a moment that they can't see their hand—

A voice cuts through the buzzing in their skull, and they loosen their grip.

Kris turns and looks at the source, eyes widening in surprise - and some part of them wants to run. Ralsei is there, and they want to run and hug him tight, pick him up and swing him around. They're happy to see him, really - they feel warm and fuzzy inside, and they know how happy Susie is going to be too.

But some other part of them wants to move the opposite direction. They stay rooted in place, a deer caught in headlights.

Is he happy to see me? I can't tell— He doesn't look happy to see me why should he be I've made him do awful things when he didn't want to what if he's better without me around—

"... Ralsei?" Kris winces, their voice smaller than they expected.

Their feet move on their own, the glass deer tossed lightly back onto the stall table as they rush over to Ralsei, the Soul guiding them. They run right into him, wrapping their arms tight around him and grip the back of his clothes, chest unbelievably tight.

"You're here— you're really here." Kris gasps out, Ralsei's warmth chasing away some of the heaviness and spiraling thoughts.

They try not to pay attention to how smug the Soul feels in their chest.

Kris eases their grip, prying their fingers out of Ralsei's clothes to give him the freedom and option to pull away if he wanted to. If he needed to. "How... how long have you been here? Does Susie know? She's going to be so happy to know you're here... And so will Tenna, and Queen!"

[healprayers]

They lock eyes. Ralsei's chest tightens; if he had a heart, it'd be beating hard, he's sure of that. Trepidation furrows his brow.

But resolution to that conflict comes quickly, when he hears Kris's small voice.

"Kris..."

It happens before he can even think of it -- one moment, Kris stands feet away from him. The next...

...he's enveloped into their arms again. Tightly, at that. His robe pinches where Kris's fingers dig into it as he freezes in place, warmth seeping through their very alive Lightner body, punctuating through to his own.

Breathless words rest in his ears, and he feels it: a lump in his throat that won't disappear from swallowing. He doesn't even have to think about moving his arms to reciprocate, face heating up despite the approaching winter cold.

It always does that damned heating up when Kris holding him is concerned.

"Ah... Oh... Kris..."

... Maybe he was torn on whether he wanted to see them. But, emphasis on was. When he's being held like this, by them... it's easy to feel like this is exactly where he belongs. It's easy to feel like he would never want to be anywhere else. It's easy to feel like everything is right, and he instantly forgives them for everything. Snippy comments about Kris not deeming certain things important feel like sentiments expressed oh-so far away, replaced instead with a need for Kris to never leave.

Oh. Such a thought is dangerous. It always has been.

Their grip eases, but... as long as they don't pull away, he's not eager to be the first. His own paws remain loose, in case they want to. But as for him? Forever here might be preferable, even if that's so incredibly taboo and awful for him to say aloud. That's why they're called fantasies.

"Ah, y-you want to know how long I've been here...?" Asking as if people can't hear Kris -- it's a habit. One he's not about to break. "Umm, not very long at all... All of you are here? Really...?"

He's not sure how he feels about it. It's wrong, but...

...as selfish as it is, it's comforting to not be alone. It's even comforting, despite how scary that has been lately... to feel as though he will receive Kris's guidance again.

[healprayers]

hey! sorry i've been gone. i kinda had a hard time for a while doing long replies for... anything.

i do really want to get back into it, though! i may get back to my drafts but would anyone be interested in doing new threads as well?

[healprayers]

hi everyone! i'm going to start whittling down my drafts pretty soon. stay tuned for that!

[healprayers]

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[computerqueen]

As the proud mother of both a banana slug and a plush version of her adopted son, Queen is spending her time away from work by taking them on a tour around the city. The slug rests comfortably on her head, while the homemade Lancer is riding in a baby carrier. The only thing she's missing is someone who can hold a conversation when she talks to them.

And as luck would have it, not too far away from her is a familiar fluffy face. Queen smiles brightly, then quickly closes the distance between the two of them.

* Well Times Three If It Isn't Ralsei * Aren't You A Sight For Sore Webcams * "What Are You Doing In My (Not Really My) Swamp"

With that obligatory reference out of the way...

* If You're Looking For A Castle Then I Hate To Tell You This But Most Of These Are Occupied By Unfriendly Skeletons * You Could Always Try To Establish Dominance * But I Know You Ralsei, You Wouldn't Do That

Not the Ralsei that she knows, that's for sure. She'd sooner expect him to try winning them over with a cake. (And as much as she's sure that he's still stunned by her presence, leave it to Queen to try lightening the mood.)

[healprayers]

Queen's light disposition comes as no surprise; being a "wacky roommate" had been in her plans, after all. Still, just the fact that she's here at all... But then, his presence is just as mystifying, isn't it? Neither of them should be able to move, walk, and talk like they do. Not in a real world.

And yet, she's so comfortable with it. Like it's just an ordinary occurrence.

His head is spinning. This blending of the worlds, like this... It should be unnatural. And yet, it's normal for Spirale. This is just... how the city is. That... would be a dream, for a lot of Darkners. It's easier to have Lightners care about and play with them if they can see them, touch them, feel them... no?

His previous thought train so dramatically jarred, he blinks at what she actually says.

"H-- huh? What? L-looking for a--"

Oh. That's right. The ruined castles in this swamp... He was just looking at them, wasn't he?

"Oh, oh no, I was just..."

Thinking, is the answer, but it doesn't seem like an adequate one. He should probably actually be doing something productive if Darkners are here... He'd already disappointed them with a lack of fruit in the walls, after all! He awkwardly tilts his head to the side -- Queen was notoriously one of the pickier of his residents.

Yet, it's not like he's in a position to provide for her now...

"You're... here? I-I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

Being a recruit, he would've definitely sought her out if he knew. Shame scrawls upon his face like an easily read tome.

[healprayers]

the heart i listen to

@dreemerknight

Since coming here to Spirale, Ralsei has bumped into casts of characters -- both familiar and not. But there is someone that Ralsei has yet to see at all. Shadows of their presence haunt around corners, echoes of one of his closest friends... but no sight of them. Even those who appear familiar have come to Ralsei's vision, but not the human for whom he devoted himself so thoroughly to.

Despite what they've told him to do. Despite what they've done when he wasn't around to guide them.

It's a little awful, isn't it? For him to be relieved, slightly? He misses them terribly, sees them within every stall, every tree, every piece of the city that he encounters, but at the same time, those commands don't wash over him any longer. He's... free. Free from orders he submits himself to. From someone, something, that doesn't have his best interest in mind, nor that of the ones he associates with.

It doesn't make him look good at all. It doesn't feel good, to have thoughts like those. Especially when he still did long for them. The memory of their warmth as their arms came round him to comfort him after the shattering of the panel, of how steady they were when he cried in their arms, remains a comforting companion, juxtaposed with the chill of their pointing hand at the enemy, calling for bonds to be broken. Even now, sometimes his arms come round himself and they just don't feel the same.

His footsteps, steady, bring him through the marketplace as he thinks of them yet again. Longing is a cruel feeling.

... And, apparently, magical, somehow.

Because that human... Right there, in front of him, where he gravitated his gaze after peering at a stall--

...

"K-Kris...?"

...did. Did he will them here? No, he couldn't have, right? But... but there they are, they're...

His chest tightens.

[healprayers]

hello everyone! i have a bunch of stuff saved in drafts -- i gotta go to the gym, but when i come back i'll start knocking those out. thanks again for all your patience ❤️ i know i can be a bit of a slow writer HAHA

[anttennatime]

"Aw, glad you think so, Fluffy Boy! To be honest, I don't even notice it! If it gets worse, I'll just fix it with something stronger. Or find something to bribe my ex with to patch it up."

That isn't hard to do, admittedly.

[healprayers]

"Umm, if you say so, Mr. Tenna!"

A pause. Wait. Ralsei holds up a paw to his chin.

"... Maybe I could heal it? If, umm, it happens again, I mean..."

[anttennatime]

"Nope! Context isn't necessary, don't worry about it. Duct tape fixes a lot."

[healprayers]

"That... sounds like a completely normal and not strange at all thing to say!"

[anttennatime]

@healprayers replied to your post: "... That's slapstick comedy?"

"That's what I'm sticking with! Better a newspaper than the biting--last time she did that, she cracked my casing, the little stinker!"

He doesn't seem too bothered by it.

[healprayers]

"... Biting...??

"... Do I want to know?"

[anttennatime]

"--in touch! I think a segment on your flower shop would be a great idea! We could--hm?"

The balls of his antennae bend back, as if sensing the approaching Darkner before Tenna himself could see him. So with a hand-wave and a promise to keep in touch with the human, they wander off, leaving Tenna to address--

There he was! In the fluffy flesh!

"I'm SO happy to see you!! Oh, it'll be just like old times! The three of you playing Three Spears Adventures, or Super Maria Party 7, or Speedy Riders, or--heck, it doesn't even have to be a game! We could all watch a movie! You would LOVE Mallhark movies! And you could... ah..."

It's hard to keep mirthful and optimistic when Ralsei looks up at him like that, though. Ever slowly, he shrinks about a foot, smile wobbling and trying to maintain its structure. The glare on a passing car reflects the fading sunlight, catching the two parallel scratches in his screen. Those antenna droop, with one sticking up where it's been taped (and ribbon'd?) over.

You're not supposed to be here, echo Spamton's words in his mind. However much the two reconciled, those words were still burned into his circuits.

"...If you're crying before the movie even starts, you're gonna have a tough time getting through your first film. Let's start with a TV episode, okay?"

Play it off, keep rolling. Ralsei had a lot to see in a new city! There was a time and place for this, and it wasn't here.

"Walk and talk kid, c'mon. Follow me."

[healprayers]

Such a bright and sunny greeting. Not like Ralsei let him down at all -- like he'd seen a terrible future for Mr. Tenna, and did absolutely nothing to prevent it. Even looking directly at him now, the scene still plays out within his mind. Several blinks act as a buffer to keep Ralsei within this reality, seeing the man in front of him, fully functional. Such a sight... It's too difficult to reconcile.

Shuddery breaths greet his shrinking body. It occurs to Ralsei, then. He's disappointing him, isn't he? For circumstances beyond his control, at that! He doesn't want to make Mr. Tenna feel bad at all. Especially after he's the one who suffered. Cut short, untimely. It's only fair to offer him another smile in trying times like these.

Tears still linger in the corners of his eyes, but he manages to pull it together for the other Darkner's sake. A sniffle here or there, but otherwise his face is indistinguishable from joy, isn't it? Upturned brows accompany it, body shuddering with the remnants of hiccups that Ralsei does his best to repress.

"... O-okay, Mr. Tenna!" Walking and talking. That's easy enough to do, isn't it? He laces his paws behind his back as he beams up at him, praying he doesn't mind the bags under his eyes. It's fine, isn't it? Mr. Tenna is clearly here, so there's no sense in worrying him. It wouldn't do either of them any good.

Following! That's something Ralsei is especially good at doing. He falls into step behind the TV, facsimile of musculature tight, but controlled. There... won't be any Roaring Knight to jump out and ruin this, right? Or -- perhaps it is a dream?

Ralsei never thought himself capable of dreaming. But there's little explanation he can offer for seeing Mr. Tenna again. So, he should just... go with it...!

... Though he's not sure what to talk about. There's so much to say. But there's nothing, at the same time. It's taking everything he has not to burst into a landslide of apologies.